Monday night I did a show at a punk/metal bar in Park Slope. Seeing that all of my acts involve me trying to look adorable while wearing a big blond wig, I was a little worried about seeming totally out of place. I ended up doing a mermaid act to a surf rock song, which is the closest thing to metal I could manage. I'm not sure how well I fit in, but I had fun. Then Doug and I ended up going back to my apartment which we haven't done in months. The good thing about this: It's only one stop away from the bar, and we managed to get home before 1am. The bad thing: The apartment was sweltering.
We turned on the air conditioner in my room, but it takes a while to cool the place down. In the meantime I hadn't eaten anything since lunch, and the only food in my apartment was a can of chili. The thought of eating that in my 500 degree apartment made me want to jump out the window, so I decided to just go to sleep. Doug and I settled into my twin bed trying our best not to touch because we both felt so hot and disgusting. This was not easy as Doug is 6'3. I walked into work yesterday a cranky, hungry zombie.
We turned on the air conditioner in my room, but it takes a while to cool the place down. In the meantime I hadn't eaten anything since lunch, and the only food in my apartment was a can of chili. The thought of eating that in my 500 degree apartment made me want to jump out the window, so I decided to just go to sleep. Doug and I settled into my twin bed trying our best not to touch because we both felt so hot and disgusting. This was not easy as Doug is 6'3. I walked into work yesterday a cranky, hungry zombie.
Burlesque: I love you. You are so sparkly and fun! I'm glad I do not have to think about you at all for the next couple of weeks.
Countdown to the beach: 2 DAYS.
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